I don't own Hetalia, Hidekaz Himaruya does. I only own the story idea, formed when I listened to too many "This is Halloween" multi-language songs in October...

Alfred had never really given much thought about death.

He hadn't even thought about it when his family had received that call on a dark autumn evening. He could remember it vividly; he was sitting at the dinner table, waiting with his mother and father for Matthew, his brother, to come home from his friend's house. His brother, who was never, ever late for anything, was half an hour late for dinner.

When the phone rang, his mother had stood up, grumbling and picked up the phone. Alfred could hear her grumbling under her breath about her supposedly responsible son probably calling to say he was going to be late. It shocked Alfred to see her suddenly drop the phone on the floor and fall to her knees, her eyes pouring tears and loud sobs wracking her father stood up and hurried over to her, leaning close as she whispered in a soft voice what had happened. He watched his father drop to his knees, holding her and they both started to cry.

It wasn't until they were piled in the car, heading towards the direction of the hospital, that Alfred finally had enough courage to ask what had happened. In a shaky voice, his mother had told him. Apparently Matthew had been walking home when he was hit by a drunken truck driver. The truck had barreled into him, sending him onto the road and he landed on his head. By the time the ambulance got to the hospital, Matthew was considered brain dead. They were going to his hospital room to what many call "pull the plug".

When they got to the hospital, his brain went into overdrive. A half an hour ago he was waiting to eat dinner. Five hours before that he had waved Matthew goodbye and told him to hurry home because mom was making them hamburgers. This morning, he remembered being woken up by Matthew, frantically putting on socks as he realized they had fifteen minutes to get to school. So how, during that normal day, did he end up in the hospital staring at Matthew's unmoving body, waiting to pull the plug on the machines that were keeping him alive?

The memory got more fuzzy here, almost surreal. He held his brothers hand as the machine that breathed for him stopped. He remembered the tears falling from his eyes and calling to his brother to wake up, to stop playing around and sit up, open his eyes, anything. After a few minutes, or was it a few hours, he looked up at his parents, their figures blurry and obscured by the tears in his eyes as they hugged him.

To this day, he wondered if their collected sobs of anguish could be heard through the hospital, because to him, the only, sound that was louder was that single long note that drawled on, embedding in his memory, and confirming the his closest friend, his younger twin, Matthew was not going to shake him awake in the morning or smile at him in the evening, because he really was gone.

Even then as they mourned by his brother's bedside, he never thought once about death, only about precious memories of his brother. Not even during the funeral as he watched the coffin descend into the earth, did any thought about death enter his mind. He was too focused on his parents crying quietly next to him, and the wet tears falling down his cheeks as he tossed his flower into the large hole.

Yes, Alfred never once thought about death. However, as he lay on the cool ground, half conscious and lying in a pool of blood that was trickling out of his neck; the man who had jumped him only ten minutes ago, standing up and running away in a hurry, he found it ironic that only one year after his brother's death, that he would find himself thinking;

Death sucks…

AN: Well, this is my first submission! *Sigh* Already, the summary probably sucks... I have large doubts about this story, but I'll post it anyways! See, after months of doubting myself, I decided that on my birthday, I would submit a story! Or, try at least... This is sort of an... intro? I suppose its something like that. Maybe a preview? I don't know what to call it except, short. Hopefully the rest of the chapters will be longer. The story starts out a bit slow, but I'll do my best to keep it interesting!

I know the beginning looks dark, but it will brighten up soon! You'll see! Its just a bit of insight into an important event. It's gonna stay T rated! I don't think it will get violent enough for M. Really, there isn't a lot of violence in it. Ugh... I don't know. If you have a different opinion, let me know! (-_-")

Reviews are appreciated (Especially about spelling and grammar!) Flames will... Well... Probably be used to roast marshmallows, though I don't really like marshmallows...

Thank you for reading this far! Even if you didn't like it, and won't be back! *Gives you a birthday cookie*